The Heart System - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Chapter 234
I buried myself to the hilt and let go. My cock pulsed once, twice, then erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her, filling her up until I could feel it leaking out around my shaft with every jerk of my hips. I stayed deep, grinding slow circles, one hand still kneading her breast, thumb flicking her nipple in time with every fresh spurt.

We stayed locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. My other hand slid down to cup her ass, holding her exactly where I wanted her while the last tremors rolled through us both.

Slowly the haze faded. I eased back just enough to watch my cum start to drip from her swollen, flushed pussy, sliding in a slow, obscene trail over her asshole and onto the polished wood beneath her.

Nala laughed, breathless and dazed, and reached up to drag me down into a lazy, filthy kiss. Our tongues tangled, tasting each other, tasting sex.

“Welcome to the executive floor,” she murmured against my lips, voice hoarse and satisfied.

I grinned, still half-hard inside her, and gave one last slow roll of my hips just to feel her shiver.

“Best office perk I’ve ever had.”

“Best lazy sex I ever had,” she echoed, fingers tracing the sweat on my neck.

I smiled. “That too.”

Nala slid off the desk on shaky legs, thighs still trembling. She reached for her phone where it had skittered across the polished wood, turning her back to me as she bent forward to grab it.

The sight hit me like a punch: her ass high, skirt still bunched around her waist, panties twisted to the side, my cum dripping in thick white rivulets down the inside of her thigh. My cock, which had barely softened, surged back to full hardness in a heartbeat.

The phone started ringing. Nala straightened a little, thumb swiping to answer. “Dr. Maeve, hi—”

Before she could get another word out I stepped in behind her, lined up, and pushed back inside in one slick thrust. She was so full of me already that the wet sound of my cock sliding home was loud, obscene.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Her free hand slapped the desk for balance as I set a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust nudging her forward on her heels.

“Emilia’s awake?” Nala managed, voice cracking on the last syllable as I drove in deeper. “That’s—ah—wonderful—”

I leaned over her, chest to her back, and pushed her gently but firmly down until she was hunched forward over the desk, one palm braced on the wood, the other clutching the phone to her ear like a lifeline.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The rhythm was unmistakable now. I could hear Maeve’s voice on the other end pause, then politely ask, “Ms. Nolin? Are you all right?”

“I’m—mmph—fine,” Nala gasped, biting her lip hard enough I saw teeth marks. “Just—really busy—oh fuck—”

Another hard thrust stole the rest of her sentence. Her eyes squeezed shut, cheeks burning crimson.

Maeve cleared her throat delicately. “I… can call back—”

“No—no, I’ll be there shortly,” Nala blurted, voice shaking. “Thank you, Maeve. Bye.”

She ended the call with a frantic stab of her thumb and tossed the phone aside.

“Evan!” she hissed, half-laughing, half-furious, trying to glare back at me over her shoulder while I kept sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. “That was the doctor!”

I just chuckled, low and unrepentant, hands gripping her hips as I gave her one more slow, deep thrust. “Sorry. When I saw you bent over like that, dripping my cum down your thighs… I lost the ability to be a functioning human being.”

She groaned, but the way her hips pushed back against me told me everything I needed to know.

I kept her bent over the wide, polished wooden table, her palms pressed flat against the warm oak, fingers splayed and trembling. The skirt was still bunched high around her waist like a dark belt, blouse hanging open, bra shoved down beneath her breasts so they hung heavy and free, swaying with every hard, thrust I gave her from behind. The rhythm was perfect now: deep, wet, filthy doggy-style, my hips snapping forward, the slap of my skin against her ass echoing off the glass walls of the office.

I slid one hand up the elegant line of her sweat-slick spine, fingers spread wide, feeling every shiver that ran through her. Then I dragged it down again, nails lightly scraping, before gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks and yanking her back onto my cock with every stroke. I leaned over her, chest to her back, mouth tracing a hot path across her shoulder blades, kissing, licking, biting the tender skin at the nape of her neck until she whimpered my name.

The other hand snaked beneath her, cupping one bouncing breast, kneading the soft, full weight, rolling her stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it throbbed. I pinched, tugged, twisted just enough to make her sob, then soothed it with the pad of my thumb while I pounded deeper.

“God, look at these tits,” I rasped against her ear, voice rough. “Hanging and swinging every time I fuck you. You love being taken like this, don’t you?”

She could only moan in answer, pushing back harder, meeting every thrust.

I dragged my thumb down the cleft of her ass, slow and deliberate, and circled that tight, untouched ring of muscle. The moment the pad of my thumb pressed gently, just teasing, she clenched so hard around my cock I nearly saw stars.

“Evan—” she gasped, voice cracking.

I kept the pressure steady, rubbing slow, filthy circles while I slammed into her. Pleasure 20 skill was singing through my veins; I knew exactly how deep to go, exactly how to grind against that spot inside her that made her lose her mind. Her whole body went rigid, breath catching, then shattered.

A sharp, desperate cry tore from her throat as she came again, pussy fluttering wildly, gushing around me in hot pulses, thighs shaking so violently the table rocked beneath us, wood groaning in protest.

“This isn’t lazy sex anymore,” she panted, half-laughing, half-sobbing, forehead pressed to the cool surface.

I grinned against her back, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Yep. Sorry.”

I was right on the edge. The sight of her bent over the polished wood, dripping, trembling, tits swaying, my cum already leaking down her thighs from earlier, was too much.

“Want to cum on your face, Nala.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Do it. Cum wherever you want, Evan.”

I pulled out with a wet sound, cock slick and throbbing. Nala dropped to her knees instantly, spinning to face me on the carpet, tilting her beautiful face up like an offering. Mouth open, tongue out just a little, eyes fluttering shut in total surrender.

Fuck.

I stroked once, twice, and let go.

The first thick rope shot across her closed eyelid, painting a white stripe over her lashes. The second hit her cheek, dripping slowly. The third landed heavy across her parted lips and waiting tongue, sliding down her chin. Pulse after pulse followed: one on her forehead, another streaking her other cheek, a final heavy spurt landing on her chin and dripping down her neck toward her heaving breasts. She was glazed, absolutely covered, gorgeous in the most depraved way.

My knees buckled. I collapsed back into her leather executive chair, chest heaving, cock softening against my thigh, spent and shaking.

“Shit…” I breathed, laughing weakly. “That was intense.”

Nala smiled, slow and filthy, gathering the cum from her forehead and cheeks with two fingers and licking them clean like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. She hummed, eyes half-lidded.

“Your cum tastes delicious, I swear, Evan,” she murmured, voice husky and ruined. “I’m not super experienced with other guys… is it always like this?”

“Nope. I’m special.”

She laughed softly, crawled forward on her knees, and laid her head on my thigh, cheek pressed to my skin, arms wrapping around my leg like a contented cat. Cum still glistened on her face, but she didn’t care.

“That you are,” she whispered.

I stroked her hair gently, fingers combing through the dark strands, tracing the shell of her ear.

This… yeah. This was good.

But Emilia was awake.

We had to go.

Nala reached across the desk, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a pack of soft wipes. She tugged one free and started swiping the cum from her cheek and chin, laughing softly under her breath.

I stood, walked over, and took the wipe from her fingers. “Let me.”

Gently, almost reverently, I cleaned the rest of it off her face: the stripe across her eyelid, the streak on her forehead, the drip on her chin. She closed her eyes and let me, smiling the whole time.

When she was clean again, she stood up, stretched like a cat, arms high over her head, back arching, tits lifting, until a satisfied little groan escaped her lips.

I glanced at the two abandoned coffee cups on the side table. “Welp. Coffee’s officially cold.”

Nala chuckled, low and warm. “We can buy the whole damn café another round on the way.”

I buckled my belt, zipped up, and gave her ass a playful, resounding slap as I passed. She squeaked, spun, and punched my shoulder, light, teasing.

“Asshole,” she muttered, but she was grinning.

I walked to the control panel on the wall and tapped the button. The frosted glass unfrosted with a soft hiss, turning transparent again. The rest of the executive floor came back into view, empty, mercifully.

I turned to her. “Let’s go see Emilia.”

“Let’s go.”